Elliot
Canto XVI
No stars
In the veil of night
Beyond the door
Like the unpainted world
From which I emerged
Warm
Tendrils of black nothingness
Caressing the thing
That I made of myself
No words
Echoing through our
Neverending void
No way out
But forward
Stepping across
The unseen ground beneath my feet
But nothing changes
The light behind me
Small as a star
And then gone
Far too far
Just a floating body
In a pitch black sea
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